Pooped Pooch

Cousteau and I arose at the respectable hour of just after midday.

I started the big clean-up of the spare room and the living room. It's part done, anyway.

Tonight, I have to do the ironing (yawn) and if I've got the energy, I'll start making my cushion covers.

Cousteau's been a dream all day and we just came back from a lovely walk. 25 degrees at half past seven in the evening isn't bad.

I'm tired.

Night.